When in Doubt – Bake Bread

Yesterday was stormy and cold. So I had a wee word to Daisy, who was looking restless, and told her Not Today darling, wait until the weather warms up.. Not Today. Then went inside to warm the kitchen by baking bread. 

I inadvertently published this post, completely unfinished, yesterday afternoon when I was loading a few shots on my break. So I deleted it immediately… but many of you will have received a notice of its existence that would have taken you to another notice of its lack of existence. Man the internet is fast; and terminal. There is no turning back! I am so sorry to have caused a kerfuffle.

Daisy does not aspire to the nickname Daisy the Happy. Poor Paisley Daisy. It was a rotton day yesterday. Rain. Snow. Frozen Rain. Snow.Wind. Snow.  After pacing about and deeming all my hay to be sub standard and not worth Spit she took to her bed in disgust.

So did the Big Dog. If anyone deserves a warm spring after this winter of deep dreadful cold it is this very old trooper of a dog. By the way, he now spends his nights in the Glass Room. No stairs to negotiate when he goes out to answer the call of nature and warm as toast in there.

I shall put the sheep back out today. Last night we were back down to way, way below freezing so they reluctantly agreed to stay in just ONE more night. Then back they go to the rat house and the Salad Bar Field which is going to be sacrificed to a very muddy spring then resown.

Now this is a difficult shot. I don’t mean to be insensitive taking a shot of my pigs bottom but I have been stalking Sheila for days now to try and get a shot of her lengthening tail without being rude.  And her tail is, as you can imagine, never still. But as she gets older it is getting fluffier and longer! I know this is a wee bit out of focus but we don’t care. Look. I adore my big fat pigs Tail. By the way her calenders are in the mail (to me they say). So, soon I will take orders.  And I am working on the image for her T shirts, 80 odd of you want a Tshirt which warrants a proper run. (I will gather a little team when it comes time to posting them). But this all takes time. For the moment I wish I had studied graphic design somewhere along the way. The T shirts will be a simple black line image of a photograph  of Sheila on a white T shirt. (I am going for many sizes as opposed to many colours). 

Back to Sheila the calender girl. Don’t look at her bottom. Sheila would be horrified. But she is rather proud of her tail and flicks it about like a feather duster. I will try to get a better shot soon.  She also loves pub scraps day.  On Friday her bucket was full. Yesterday morning for breakfast she had the last of the fish and chips, jelly (jello), radishes and two eggs.  This morning she is having lettuce and two eggs! She eats no meat, all the meat scraps go to the dogs.  But still she is approaching about 400 pounds (181k).  Yikes. Today we are starting our walks again.  It will be a proper circus. TonTon and Sheila the Sassy Pig taking the lead, Boo ON a lead with miss c on the other end of that lead (Boo cannot run free when we are walking the pig and the lamb out of the boundaries, his herding instinct is still somewhat unfettered),   Marcel the Happy trotting along behind with the Big Dog bringing up the droopy rear. Followed, furtively of course,  by at least one or two cats racing from bush to grass clump, from tree to post to ankles.

Don’t you wish you had a camera and we were walking in silhouette along the top of the bank.

Good morning, while we are waiting for the weather to warm up and the cow to have her calf and the ground to thaw out and the grass to even think about growing, here is something for all you skiiers and snow lovers. My Eldest son Logan, who you may remember  brought his rescue dog Cai out to visit the farmy a while back, has a new website for their rescue dog association. There are some great photos of the dogs and their people who make up this volunteer group. Isn’t it interesting how many of these incredibly essential services are often run by volunteers. Pop over if you have a minute. (Nothing like a little nepotism.)

Alberta Avalanche Rescue Dog Association

Have a lovely day.

Your friend on the farmy

celi